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Guilt twists around my lungs again. I shouldn’t have left her.
We make our way upstairs, and I peek in on Isabel—who is still contently sleeping—before taking Mae to her bedroom and setting her on the bed.
“Wait here.”
Going into the ensuite, I turn on the warm water in the claw foot tub. My body reacts to the thought of giving Mae a bath, but I tamp that shit down. Tonight is about her—making her feel relaxed … and loved.
Walking back into the bedroom, I go to my girl. There is a shift in her eyes. Downstairs, they were filled with darkness. In here, they lighten.
“Give it all to me. Just for a moment.” I pull her into my arms. “Give me all your worries,” I murmur in her ear before granting her the deep kiss we both have been craving.
She liquefies right into me, and I can physically feel the moment she lets everything go. Everything except me. Me, she clings to.
I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.
I deftly unbutton her shirt with one hand. She wants to reciprocate, but I shift away. “No, tonight is about you.”
She freezes, not wanting to give up control. But she has to. She has to know what it feels like to have someone carry her burden so she doesn’t have to do it alone.
I wrap my hand around her neck and brush my thumb across her chin. It’s a possessive move, but I’m in charge tonight. “Give. It.”
On a shaky breath, she nods. Good girl.
“I’ll make it all better, baby. I promise.” I push her blouse off her toned shoulders, grazing my lips over each one. Next to go are her slacks, and she holds onto me for balance as she steps out of them. That’s right, hold onto me.
I reward her with a peck on each knee, staying clear of the obvious erogenous zones. Tonight, I’m showing her my intentions are pure. I’m a child learning to walk. For the first time in my life, I’m irrevocably in love with a woman, and she needs to know she’s special.
Without letting my hands linger on her luscious body, I remove her bra and underwear, though I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate her naked form. She’s absolutely stunning. A Venus De Milo in the flesh.
Without words, I usher my queen to the steaming bath. Gripping my arm, she sinks into the tub and hisses. Fuck, she knows how to torture a man.
“Too hot?”
Leaning back against the porcelain, her eyes slide shut. “Just right.”
The tips of her dusty rose nipples peek out from the water. My mouth dries.
Trying to distract myself, I grab her shampoo and conditioner, kneeling beside her. “Dip your hair back.”
When her ears are half submerged, I trace a finger along her graceful neck before cupping my hand and wetting the top of her head. The erotic hum falling from her lips sends a thrill up my spine. I squeeze a dollop of shampoo on her strawberry hair and massage her scalp.
Mae’s sigh is decadent. “Feels so good.” Her vanilla lavender scent swirls around us—enticing and seducing.
“I love the way you smell.” Gravel coats my voice. Twisting her hair up, I make sure to get her ends. “I just might have to start using this shampoo.”
Queeny chuckles and it seeps into my chest, warming me from within. “You want to smell like a chick?”
I bend over to her ear and purr, “I want to smell you on me.”
“Oh.” She shivers. Her nipples harden into pencil erasers.
For the love of God. She tests my restraint at every turn.
“Let’s rinse,” I choke out.
She tips back her head again, and I make sure to get all the soap out of it before getting her conditioner. I smooth the moisturizer through her tresses and marvel at the way my fingers slide through the silky strands.
“Mmm, you are good at this.”
